Diagnosed: disconnection of the eye. Direct injection in the eye did not help. The only alternative is laser surgery. But the difficulty is that one of the operated "points" on the eye is right in the middle and slightly on the side of the laser and... blindness. To my question:
What if I don’t operate?
The doctor answered directly:
- In about a year, the eye will stop seeing, and the chances after the operation are 50/50.
When will I feel the effect?
Immediately after the operation. Either everything is fine, or the eye will stop seeing.
It’s hard to explain what happened in the shower. But I decided, of course, there was no other option. A day was appointed.
The day before this I went to church, prayed, at 2 o’clock just sat on the bench, thought about different things... It helped a lot, the peace came.
I went to the clinic at the appointed time, and the doctor says that for today, only studies will be conducted under a microscope. So they fixed my head in front of the machine and for 15 minutes somewhere there looked at something...
Get up, young man, go on.
When to operate?
We have already done it...
I was shocked, how did they do that? And suddenly I realize that I look at the doctor with two eyes, I see her with two eyes!
The doctor just smiles.

After 40 you feel like your body has been burning the engine indicator and oil replacement for a long time, but you just keep driving. And also the shrimp and the smell of smell. Oh yes... and most importantly, you’re afraid to go for THAT, because it’s going to cost a huge amount.

xxx: I was 4 years old and I was very obedient. One day I stayed at home with my 18-year-old brother. The brother quietly went out to smoke in the entrance. The door was locked and the keys were not found. He knocked on the door, I asked “Who is there”, he said “Brother, open” and I didn’t open. "Mom told no one to open the door!" he persuaded, convinced that he was my brother, but in this case I had a second argument: "In seven goats the wolf pretended to be a mother and could fake the voice." In general, no excuses, requests, arguments and even threats helped him. The brother waited for several hours for his mother to return, who opened the door. And suddenly for herself that her eldest son smokes.

I was 7. I remember being alone on my dad’s care for a few days. Watching a child when you are a military is not easy. Dad was called on duty. He promised me to stay home and wait for him to come in the morning. well well.



I sit down and do my children’s things. knock at the door. On the threshold of the father's cousin uncle Glory and a delicious girl with a thick-walled shirt to her ass and a rose in her hand. The virgin neither in fashion nor in profile resembles the wife of Uncle Glory, whom I saw at least once, but still does not resemble.



The fact that none of the parents were at home did not bother them. Under the pretext “We’ll wait,” they jumped into the apartment and started drinking tea.



I had no experience of disputing with adults, and Uncle Slav is almost a relative. And I decided that my main task was to entertain uninvited guests. She brought all the photo albums, sat them next to them and started showing photos. Then I thought they might like watching TV. I turned on and started watching too. It darkened.



The guests said they would wait until morning and began to lay out a couch, and then they wished me a peaceful night and closed the door to the hall in front of me. All this time from the beginning of the story, I had no feeling that some sort of hernia was going on, but I didn’t know the word “hernia” and from this the feeling of anxious emptiness inside was almost tangible, but it didn’t transform into any good thought except: “I need to hide my aunt’s boots so they don’t go away while I sleep and wait for my dad.” I did so. She pulled one of her boots and went to bed.



The noise and thinning of the legs awoke. I go out to the corridor. An angry father, a maid and uncle Glory ridiculously run in search of the boots. Dad looked at me with such a strange look like apologizing and asked if I could help find the boots. I could. At three minutes, the guests catapulted, and the dad calmly said that I have the right not to let anyone into the house if they are not with my mother. Even if they are familiar. I did not offend at all.

Our office worker fell asleep sitting behind the compass. Slept a long time. Here the director comes in, the employee wakes up and begins to depict a tumultuous activity, clamps on the key, pulls the mouse. The Director says:

“People, get out, we have no light for an hour and a half.

X: I once made an offer to my girlfriend.

We walked somewhere and drank beer. And here, I opened one bowl and this aluminum ring broke accidentally.

Something struck me and I said, “Be my wife!” I extend this ring to her.

She put him on her finger and said, “I agree!

They kissed as required.

In fact, we never got married.

We lived so for 10 years.



YYY: Given the diameter of the hole in the bottle ring, did you offer her at 10 years old?

No matter how much hair on her ass, she will not become a head.

Yesterday, when she laid the children to sleep, she fulfilled her long-standing dream - went out on the street, drafted the "classics" and jumped an acky goose. I wondered what people would think of me. But I did not expect that in a while a good half of the neighbors would come to me and join the process. We are grown-up aunts and uncles, jumping, choking, arguing - we break off as children. The fun continued until three o’clock at night. Agreed for today. We are waiting for the “Cossacks-Raters”)

In chess, black and white figures are the worst enemies, but those who move the figures are usually good friends.

Xxx: I am very interested in cuts. Ivan is Vanessa. Valentina is Valia. Fedora is Fedora.

Now attention, the question is!

Why is Alexander Sasha? Why is it so, why is it so much shurry?? to



Yyy: At home, the Alexanders were not called so officially, but were addressed with the help of abbreviated names, formed by means of suffixes, which gave the name a diminishing-loving sound. Thus, the name Alexander resulted from the affectionate name of Alexei or Alexei, and already from these names there were abbreviated versions of Sasha or Sanya. Gradually over time, the shortened forms of the name became domestic, familiar and the need for a new lustful form of the name Alexander arose. And then Sasha turned into Sashura, and already Sashura after a certain period of time became Shura or Shurik. The names of the girls underwent the same transformations, because Alexandras were no less important in their status.

How did you that your employees never did?

Are you late?

- Very simple: I have 20 people working, and parking spaces

Only 10.

Today my boyfriend gave me a wedding ring. It was so cute and romantic until he said, “One day I’ll marry you... but for now I want to meet other girls.”



Yyy: “One day I’ll wear your engagement ring... but for now I want to wear other rings.”

Better excuses than accusations have not yet been invented.

My name is Oksana. She hated her name all her life, at the age of 14, when she received her passport, she wanted to change it to Xenia. The whole family fell in hysteria, as I was named in honor of my late grandmother, said, it is a memory, disrespect, all that. not changed. Nine years have passed. The name of Oksana is still alien to me and cuts my hearing, but I already have a bunch of documents: two diplomas, rights, bordered with open visas. It seemed to be reconciled. And recently sold the grandmother's house and found her documents. My grandmother was called Xenia.

Are you interested in cybersecurity?
and yes. Send the summary to the mail.
I put it on your computer on the desk. The file is called “Have to take!” In any case, duplicated into your folder "Selections" at home.
The second! Home computer in the autonomous! It is not connected to the network and the Internet at all!
Sorrento removed from home.

Today, my wife shaved her hair so that it looked like Hitler's eyebrows. Now she calls it Clitler.



YYY: Hm, what’s wrong here? According to my performance.



zzz: It would be okay, but then she forced Clitler to kiss in the pot.

Such times have come that it is better to keep silent, at least, in a three-layer cloth. The word is too expensive.

I call a taxi from home to the garden on Sunday morning. I rarely use a taxi, but my wife from the morning on the car has already rushed into this very garden. Girl controller protaratorila: Grey ten, the number is like that, in 5 minutes leave.
I go out, I sit down.

My grandmother is driving. Welcome to “Welcome!” Immediately we settled, we talked. In retirement for a long time, taxes the first year, from my husband got the car, before I did not trust. They talked mentally. Arrived at the gate of the garden, cost 70 rubles. I pull 100 rubles, and the grandmother instead of giving me a cake! With a potato! I agreed, of course. She removes the cover from the pot (!Then he pulls and stretches (hand in bag) a stinking cake, straight hot. I go out, bite... And something so sad (although not to regret) grandmother. As she turned, I decided to brake her. I stop, I run to her.

Cake is waste! Can you buy it all?

“Oh, son, forgive me, but I just got on the line, I need to get enough for all the customers.

I think I could work in the United Nations.
I’m constantly upset and worried, and I don’t do any shit.

Xxx: In our zoo, the bears slept quite late. Especially if the summer is long and warm.   In general, putting in winter sleep, this process is quite lengthy. Here he is all day rounding around the crib (in cells for beds they have built such kinds of boxes made of cribs). This is where he puts the salt. Here he went down, lay down... but something didn’t like, he started to roll over the cage again. All this time, the bear is eating. very much. Especially loves the seed that your horse. He eats, but he does not eat. The Copy.  But at last he humbled, went into his barley, turned around there, laying down, and the exit with the straw stopped. Only one fragrance remains, from which the couple comes. The mice lay down, and the zoos breathed relieved. Their work slowed dramatically until the spring.

New Year’s holidays are coming. Everyone is fun, the people are celebrating, fireworks crack day by day. And that bear’s whisper is obviously waking up. They are not used to sleeping in such noise. These sleepy mouths come out of the berlog, and look with great disapproval at the shame that is being created around. And zootechnicians with heart failure are watching for crabs. This is called the “moment of truth”. This is the nature of the bear. If the awakened bear comes out of the berlog, looks around, and then returns to his bedroom, then everything is normal. Sleep until spring. And if the upset mouse is upset, then everything - come, go, watch. Allow the shadow for the whole winter.  This livestock, not only that is always in a bad mood, but also constantly requires care, as well as food, which for the winter period in the zoo budget is not planned. And the poor zootechnicians, the mother through the teeth of the bear, fireworks, New Year and all the white light, drive the toptygin out of the cylinder, and begin to clean a huge bunch of shit from the frozen concrete.